Chapter 19 I Believe In You
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 19 I Believe In You
On the training ground, the atmosphere of the whole team was very gloomy.
Because in yesterday's promotion qualifying match, Piacenza, who defeated Rimini, finally fell at the feet of the powerful Genoa, and Piacenza, who was infinitely close to promotion, finally stayed in the second division.
This season is Piacenza's best season in four years, and also the strongest season of the lineup. Their main forwards De Garro and Lucas Simon have scored against one opponent after another.
If Juventus and Naples in the first division were not relegated to the second division due to the Telgate incident, Piacenza's promotion to the first division this season should be a certainty.
It's a pity that there is no if. After a passionate season, the fans of Piacenza fell into sadness again. Since they were relegated to the second division in 2003, Piacenza seems to be farther and farther away from returning to the top league.
As Piacenza's reserve team, more than half of the players in the team were promoted from Piacenza's youth training. Their love for Piacenza will never be lost to any fanatical fans, so when the team fell in the final battle to return to the first division, they seemed a little sluggish in training.
"cheer up!"
Francini looked at the group of frustrated young men and thought that this would not work: "Liu Feng has already scored three goals from you guys! Do you still want to be humiliated by five goals?"
Five goals, this is the number of goals scored by Genoa against Piacenza in two rounds. Facing Genoa, where more than half of the players have experience in the first division, Piacenza, who was beaten up, seemed helpless.
"Shit! Coach, can you stop mentioning the five balls?"
Scarpelli was particularly excited when he heard Francini bring up this number that no one in Piacenza would like to mention today. He directly caught up with the opponent's striker who had just dribbled past him, and broke the ball with a clean tackle.
"Everyone cheer up!"
The players who were divided into the defensive group were led by Scarpelli. With excellent skills, he was quickly recognized after being promoted to the team for a period of time and became the main defensive force of the reserve team.
"Feng! You won't score any goals in the future."
"El... Liu has already shot."
Just when Scarpelli was excited about his tackle just now and challenged Liu Feng again, the voice of his teammate rang weakly in his ear, and Scarpelli, who heard the prompt from his teammate, looked back at the goal with a troubled expression on his face.
A ball has been neatly lying in the goal.
"El, what did you just say?"
Liu Feng had just concentrated on stealing the ball from the defensive player, and then shot the ball in the chasing and interception of two people. He really didn't hear Scarpelli's declaration clearly.
"Ah, nothing is nothing." Smiling, Scarpelli gave Liu Feng a thumbs up: "Feng, you are still so good!"
"Thank you for the compliment."
Looking at the handsome Chinese youth in front of him showing a kind smile, Scarpelli wanted to cry but had no tears.
It has been a month since Liu Feng joined the team. Over the past month, Francini has continuously strengthened training for Liu Feng to focus on where Liu Feng fell behind in the past two years. Liu Feng himself is also working very hard. He is always the last player to leave every day.
Now, Liu Feng has become the opponent the players least want to meet in the team's match, because every time they meet him, they will always be scolded by the head coach for their poor defense.
And Scarpelli, who is the main defense force, is even more unlucky. Every time he is divided into groups, he is a sure opponent of Liu Feng. During this period of time, he has been tortured by Liu Feng to the point of suspicion.
As a defender, he found many defensive skills that are very effective for other players, but they are not easy to use when it comes to Liu Feng, because he can always use various unimaginable methods to break through or pass the ball.
There seems to be no good way to block Liu Feng except relying on the direct and brutal collision and pulling of the body, but Scarpelli discovered a fact recently that Liu Feng's ability to resist is also slowly increasing.
Fortunately, Feng is not a player of other clubs, holding his head, Scarpelli can only rejoice that such Feng is not a player of their reserve league opponents.
"Four goals! If another goal is scored, all your defensive players will run around for me."
Off the court, seeing his yelling seemed useless, Francini got angry and directly set punishment tasks for these defensive players.
"No, coach!"
"Coach, you don't know how difficult Liu Feng is to catch."
"We did our best!"
"Shut up! Now go defend with your hands and feet, not your mouth."
Grabbing a player who complained the most, Francini pulled his jersey vigorously with his hand: "As long as the defense does not touch the foul, it is allowed to defend, do you understand?"
Scarpelli understood that Francini was asking them to treat Liu Feng like other club teams.
As defensive players, they have many defensive skills hovering on the verge of fouling, but these skills are too unfriendly, and they rarely use this method to defend against teammates.
No matter what, Feng must not be allowed to score again. Compared with the starting circle, it was easier for Liu Feng to play uncomfortably.
Then it was Liu Feng's turn to feel uncomfortable, being caught by the jersey, being tackled by all kinds of intimidating forces, being held up by two people and losing the ball. Once the ball reached Liu Feng's feet, he would face an extremely cruel defense.
Unable to bear to look directly at the scene of flying dogs and dogs on the field, Lucas covered his eyes: "Francini, is this really okay?"
"Of course, Lucas, you have to know that Feng will face such a defense during the game."
Seeing Liu Feng being shoveled by Scarpelli again, Francini shook his head: "No, when the opponent understands Feng's importance in the team, the defense he will face will be several times worse than this."
The chaotic game ended with an own goal.
This ball was because Liu Feng, who was being pulled and violated by all kinds of things, was made angry. After taking the ball again, he made a beautiful Marseille maneuver, slipped past the two players who grabbed him, and then directly kicked Scarpelli's ass, who had violated him the most.
Scarpelli lay on the court with his butt clutched, and the ball bounced past the goalkeeper's five fingers after hitting his ass.
"Okay lads, now line up and run five laps, go."
Francini was also unambiguous, saying that the penalty lap was a penalty lap, and he pulled up Scarpelli, who was covering his buttocks and baring his teeth, shouting that he had been injured by Liu's kick, and stuffed him into the team.
The defense in this game started running circles as usual.
"Feng, you must have done it on purpose!"
"??? El what are you talking about, am I going to give up the shot and shoot you?"
Liu Feng spread his hands and looked innocent: "Believe me, it was just an accident. I lost the direction of the goal when I shot."
"I believe you a ghost!"
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(End of this chapter)
On the training ground, the atmosphere of the whole team was very gloomy.
Because in yesterday's promotion qualifying match, Piacenza, who defeated Rimini, finally fell at the feet of the powerful Genoa, and Piacenza, who was infinitely close to promotion, finally stayed in the second division.
This season is Piacenza's best season in four years, and also the strongest season of the lineup. Their main forwards De Garro and Lucas Simon have scored against one opponent after another.
If Juventus and Naples in the first division were not relegated to the second division due to the Telgate incident, Piacenza's promotion to the first division this season should be a certainty.
It's a pity that there is no if. After a passionate season, the fans of Piacenza fell into sadness again. Since they were relegated to the second division in 2003, Piacenza seems to be farther and farther away from returning to the top league.
As Piacenza's reserve team, more than half of the players in the team were promoted from Piacenza's youth training. Their love for Piacenza will never be lost to any fanatical fans, so when the team fell in the final battle to return to the first division, they seemed a little sluggish in training.
"cheer up!"
Francini looked at the group of frustrated young men and thought that this would not work: "Liu Feng has already scored three goals from you guys! Do you still want to be humiliated by five goals?"
Five goals, this is the number of goals scored by Genoa against Piacenza in two rounds. Facing Genoa, where more than half of the players have experience in the first division, Piacenza, who was beaten up, seemed helpless.
"Shit! Coach, can you stop mentioning the five balls?"
Scarpelli was particularly excited when he heard Francini bring up this number that no one in Piacenza would like to mention today. He directly caught up with the opponent's striker who had just dribbled past him, and broke the ball with a clean tackle.
"Everyone cheer up!"
The players who were divided into the defensive group were led by Scarpelli. With excellent skills, he was quickly recognized after being promoted to the team for a period of time and became the main defensive force of the reserve team.
"Feng! You won't score any goals in the future."
"El... Liu has already shot."
Just when Scarpelli was excited about his tackle just now and challenged Liu Feng again, the voice of his teammate rang weakly in his ear, and Scarpelli, who heard the prompt from his teammate, looked back at the goal with a troubled expression on his face.
A ball has been neatly lying in the goal.
"El, what did you just say?"
Liu Feng had just concentrated on stealing the ball from the defensive player, and then shot the ball in the chasing and interception of two people. He really didn't hear Scarpelli's declaration clearly.
"Ah, nothing is nothing." Smiling, Scarpelli gave Liu Feng a thumbs up: "Feng, you are still so good!"
"Thank you for the compliment."
Looking at the handsome Chinese youth in front of him showing a kind smile, Scarpelli wanted to cry but had no tears.
It has been a month since Liu Feng joined the team. Over the past month, Francini has continuously strengthened training for Liu Feng to focus on where Liu Feng fell behind in the past two years. Liu Feng himself is also working very hard. He is always the last player to leave every day.
Now, Liu Feng has become the opponent the players least want to meet in the team's match, because every time they meet him, they will always be scolded by the head coach for their poor defense.
And Scarpelli, who is the main defense force, is even more unlucky. Every time he is divided into groups, he is a sure opponent of Liu Feng. During this period of time, he has been tortured by Liu Feng to the point of suspicion.
As a defender, he found many defensive skills that are very effective for other players, but they are not easy to use when it comes to Liu Feng, because he can always use various unimaginable methods to break through or pass the ball.
There seems to be no good way to block Liu Feng except relying on the direct and brutal collision and pulling of the body, but Scarpelli discovered a fact recently that Liu Feng's ability to resist is also slowly increasing.
Fortunately, Feng is not a player of other clubs, holding his head, Scarpelli can only rejoice that such Feng is not a player of their reserve league opponents.
"Four goals! If another goal is scored, all your defensive players will run around for me."
Off the court, seeing his yelling seemed useless, Francini got angry and directly set punishment tasks for these defensive players.
"No, coach!"
"Coach, you don't know how difficult Liu Feng is to catch."
"We did our best!"
"Shut up! Now go defend with your hands and feet, not your mouth."
Grabbing a player who complained the most, Francini pulled his jersey vigorously with his hand: "As long as the defense does not touch the foul, it is allowed to defend, do you understand?"
Scarpelli understood that Francini was asking them to treat Liu Feng like other club teams.
As defensive players, they have many defensive skills hovering on the verge of fouling, but these skills are too unfriendly, and they rarely use this method to defend against teammates.
No matter what, Feng must not be allowed to score again. Compared with the starting circle, it was easier for Liu Feng to play uncomfortably.
Then it was Liu Feng's turn to feel uncomfortable, being caught by the jersey, being tackled by all kinds of intimidating forces, being held up by two people and losing the ball. Once the ball reached Liu Feng's feet, he would face an extremely cruel defense.
Unable to bear to look directly at the scene of flying dogs and dogs on the field, Lucas covered his eyes: "Francini, is this really okay?"
"Of course, Lucas, you have to know that Feng will face such a defense during the game."
Seeing Liu Feng being shoveled by Scarpelli again, Francini shook his head: "No, when the opponent understands Feng's importance in the team, the defense he will face will be several times worse than this."
The chaotic game ended with an own goal.
This ball was because Liu Feng, who was being pulled and violated by all kinds of things, was made angry. After taking the ball again, he made a beautiful Marseille maneuver, slipped past the two players who grabbed him, and then directly kicked Scarpelli's ass, who had violated him the most.
Scarpelli lay on the court with his butt clutched, and the ball bounced past the goalkeeper's five fingers after hitting his ass.
"Okay lads, now line up and run five laps, go."
Francini was also unambiguous, saying that the penalty lap was a penalty lap, and he pulled up Scarpelli, who was covering his buttocks and baring his teeth, shouting that he had been injured by Liu's kick, and stuffed him into the team.
The defense in this game started running circles as usual.
"Feng, you must have done it on purpose!"
"??? El what are you talking about, am I going to give up the shot and shoot you?"
Liu Feng spread his hands and looked innocent: "Believe me, it was just an accident. I lost the direction of the goal when I shot."
"I believe you a ghost!"
Ask for a recommendation!Ask for collection!
(End of this chapter)
